When we're 19.

"Our deal was 19." Harry whispers, brushing our noes in bit of a playful manner. His dimples deepening from either side as a fair giggle left my mouth. "I'm yours."

A Little Bit of Love Hate

"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice raspy and low. "You know exactly what I'm talking about Harry.." I said...

Babies Need Babysitters

He was a controlling, demanding babysitter. She was a cheeky, bitchy teenager. (Harry Styles AU)